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I hate temporary.

When something brings you so much joy, but you know it will never be there after. 

When something is obviously real, but it is as fleeting as laughter. 

I hate ephemeral.

There when you want it, never when you need it. 

There when it’s acknowledged, gone when unrecognized.

I hate volatile.

While it lasts: brilliantly explosive.

While it fades: depressingly destructive.
 

Most of all, I hate circumstantial.

Real only when attainable,

Dead when unavailable.